Tuesday Feb. 11 - We have moved on. We're now over on the other side, not far from Naples and Fort Meyer, at Bonita Springs. We're in an older r.v. park, but it's okay, as it's close to Corkscrew Wildlife Center, which we really like. So we'll go there, and possibly to Sanibel Island as well, where we can do some cycling. It means uprooting the rig, but it's not a big deal to do so. That was the nice thing about Lake Worth. We could do what we wanted without having to pack up.

A couple of interesting things. I had a little dental problem, so after getting it fixed up, I commented on the fact the dentist, a sweet gal named Dr. Lam, and her assistant were both wearing masks. I jokingly implied they were doing so out of concern for the Corona virus. Not at all...standard practice in their office when dealing with patients. But the Corona outbreak has created a problem that affects their practice. Their suppliers have run out of masks because of the panic that seems to be happening, resulting in severe shortages. Dr. Lam has been trying to find new sources without luck, and said if the problem isn't corrected, she'll have to shut down her office. Who'd have thought!? That could be a big factor in many health facilities.

Second thing. We've been riding the circuit around the lake, and have established a nice relationship with two homeless guys that I've mentioned previously. I've supplied Red with several novels, as he's quite a reader, and we always have a little chat when we hit their corner on the trail. So last ride, we had to say good-bye, wish each other well, knowing we might not see these two interesting guys again.  We left with laughter, so it was okay. You might think it's curious that they're allowed to set up on a very public site, but they've been there for almost two years, so obviously don't bother anyone. Not too far from there is a rather large tent town, within the confines of the park, hidden behind tall hedges, and it seems to be quiet most of the time, although well patrolled by the park security people. We also see quite a few folks on the trail with their bikes and packs, but again, we've never had one negative incident from any of these people. Just sad that there are so many of them.

On Saturday we went to the big Southern Florida Garlic Fest. It's a big show, complete with major rides, tons of booths peddling various wares, art, jewellery, you name it. There was a great line-up of booths with distinctive garlic-based food, plus a big band-stand, featuring a variety of musical acts throughout the day and evening, with the Wailers ( a descendent band from Bob Marley days) the finale. Big crowds, probably 20,000 each day. Neat that it was close enough that we could walk over.

We wandered about, had some good food (I had a garlic pulled pork plate and Gail had garlic scampi), and took in the Wailers until our feet told us it was time to walk back to our camper. I'd download a picture or two, but the signal in this old park is just too weak.

That's it for now. More later. Stay tuned.